The large warehouse Jack found Nick in was deserted. It was your typical, rusty steel warehouse in the usually crime infested side of Zootopia, Happytown. It's hard to find places like these. The ones that would eventually be found by some sort of crime lord and turned into an undercover base of sorts.

Opening the doors, Jack let himself in, years of training keeping him on guard. Looking around, he saw that he was surrounded by a multitude of crates and tools, leading Jack to believe that this was some sort of storehouse back in the day. The walls were weak and rusted, each gust of wind creating a creaking noise that echoed through the warehouse. The roof had small cracks running through it, letting sunlight seep through it. In the centre of it all was Nick, sitting down on what looked like a throne of crates. The throne looked like it was melded together, the different colour metals blending like an abstract work of art. The sun shone everywhere else but the throne, turning the fox into a silhouette. He almost looked like a king of sorts. A King of Shadows.

"You know," Nick started, making Jack look towards him. "The fact that you're here surprises me. Didn't know you were a criminal in your spare time."

Jack narrowed his eyes, his mind furiously working to provide him with a response. Jack, surprising, was never a social person, despite his fame throughout Zootopia. So, it was a huge surprise for Nick when Jack had no response to his jab. Instead, Jack offered an awkward grin before deciding to sit on a nearby crate, which was, coincidentally, right in front of Nick. If someone was to see them, it would look like a king talking to one of his subordinates.

"…" The two mammals stared at each other, one not knowing what to say, the other simply waiting for one of them to make a move. The silence was deafening, each howl of wind grating into their eardrums. Jack still did not know what to say, opting Nick to start the conversation.

"So… what exactly are you doing here?" Nick finally asked, his voice a sweet release from the silence that previously enveloped them.

"I came here to take you back. I suggest you listen to your superiors and go to training." Jack replied in a straight voice, his tone leaving no space for argument.

"No." Jack's eyes widened at the blunt response. He couldn't believe it. Jack Savage, super spy extraordinaire, the first bunny that was ever instated into any position of power and one of the best fighters in all of Zootopia was being denied by a mere police officer. How dare he?

"Excuse me, need I remind you that I could beat you within an inch of your life and get away with it?" If diplomacy wasn't going to work, then Jack would merely have to force his dominance onto the fox. Although, Jack felt like he was going too fast, but that feeling was quickly grabbed, crushed, burnt, collected, and thrown off a cliff.

"And need I remind you that I could report you in for assault?" Nick responded to the threat, his voice unwavering and determined, like a certain bunny the two males knew.

"I could just frame the multitude of criminal organisations in the area. After all, who would they believe? Me, or you?" Jack said, a smirk slowly growing onto his muzzle. He knew that he had Wilde backed up into a corner, and was curious to see how he would get out of this one.

"Well, let's see. I could shut you down with your previous statement alone because of three mistakes you've made." Jack paused. What exactly was wrong with his statement? Last time he checked, he was winning the verbal duel.

"Whoopsie number one, even if this is an abandoned warehouse and a sketchy neighbourhood, there are still cameras in the streets. And from what I can remember, there should be cameras surrounding the warehouse, all of them fitted with microphones." Nick said, counting off his paws. But before Jack could say anything in retaliation, Nick continued.

"Whoopsie number two, I'm pretty sure that Happytown is a place for mere criminals, like con-mammals and thieves, not crime organisations. I'm sure those belong in Trundatown. And even if there were organisations in this side of town, I'm sure that this is a free zone, meaning that no one can attack us here without good reason. Jackie Boy, they may be criminals, but they are still mammals." Jack clenched his fists and deepened his breathing. How did Jack not see that himself? I mean, he remembered seeing that camera at the front of the warehouse, but how did Jack forget to check the surrounding area. If this was a real mission, Jack could've been ambushed, captured, or even killed by now.

"And whoopsie number three-sies," Nick continued, his voice all but cocky. "The force would believe me. Think about it. Would mammal believe a bunny who, even if they had some sort of influential power, was only there for nearly a day. Or would they believe the fox who has been there for two years and has saved half of the force by himself? You still being cocky over there, stripes?"

Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here he was, sitting down on a crate and talking to one of his future students, with said student shutting down any of Jack's initial confidence with three simple points that deviated from a single statement. Unable to say anything, all Jack did was stare at the fox, his eyes wide in disbelief and his jaw hanging open. Hearing a scoff, Jack shook his head and glared at the fox in front of him, who was now standing up.

"Well, I guess we're done here?" Nick asked, although Jack knew it was more of a statement that a question. After a few, short seconds, Nick sighed, letting his head hang. "I'll meet you at work tomorrow." Before Jack could say anything, the whole warehouse suddenly submerged into darkness. Panicking, Jack missed the small pats of footsteps that echoed throughout the building. When the darkness left, all Jack saw was an empty throne, a ray of light shining onto it. Confused, Jack shook it off and made his way back to the department, ready to train someone who was willing to learn. Besides, if what Nick had subtly mentioned to him when they first met was true, then it wouldn't be the last time they would have a conversation like this. Although next time, Jack promised to come out on top. No matter what.

-Linebreak-

The sound of gunshots rang through the silent air in the ZPD shooting range. There we find one Judy Hopps, shooting the targets with an unusual amount of vigour. Well, an unusual amount of vigour for someone shooting a bunch of targets with a pellet gun. Maybe it was because she was told by a super spy of sorts that he was going to train her. Just the thought of it made her squeal in delight. The mere fact that she was in the presence of a famous mammal made her excited. And it didn't help that he was an extremely attractive bunny. His grey fur, black-tipped ears and the black stripes on his face was very appealing to Judy. And his eyes. Oh, his beautiful, blue eyes that shines like the ocean…

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she blushed, trying to understand why her heart started beating faster. Ignoring the sudden spark that rushed through her, she picked up her gun and started shooting again. After a while, she had fallen into a trance, focusing on nothing but shooting her target.

"Miss Hopps?" Judy jumped, not expecting anyone to join her. Turning around, her ears perked up when she saw Jack, leaning against the door. She quickly straightened up and saluted the hare.

"Sir." She said, her eyes looking straight ahead. Hearing a chuckle, she loosened up a bit, finally looking at the hare in the eyes.

"Calm down, Miss Hopps. Or Judy, if I may?" Jack asked, flashing her a sweet smile. Blushing, all she could do was nod, trying to comprehend the sudden embarrassment that overwhelmed her. Realising that she was asked a question, she shook her head, making sure that her head was clear before answering.

"Y-Yes, that would be alright. May I call you Jack, sir?" Judy asked, quickly grabbing one of her ears and playing with it. She blushed once again when she heard his chuckle, a deep, vibrating sound that sent shivers down her spine.

"Sure, sure, it's fine Judy. How's it going with target practice?" Jack asked, making his way over towards her. Judy, after a second of hesitation, took her safety glasses off and answered Jack, her ears lowered and gaze downwards.

"It could be better. I can't take aim very well…" Judy responded, looking back up at him after a few moments. She felt her heart beat faster when their eyes met, his eyes enchanting the bunny, dragging her into their depths. She was brought back to reality by a chuckle, her eyes focusing on Jack once again.

"Here. Let me help you." Jack said, making his way over to the booth Judy was shooting at a minute ago. Judy, still silently swooning, made her way to Jack, bringing her gun back up to aim. Feeling Jack behind her, Judy wondered how exactly he was going to help her.

'Maybe he's gonna change my stance? Or give me some kind of advice when I sho-'

Before she could think any further, Jack placed a paw on top of hers, lifting her arm up a little. Judy's mind instantly blanked. She could feel his soft fur on hers, the contact causing her to shiver a little. She could see Jack through her peripheral vision, his eyes narrowed and face scrunched up in determination. She blushed, her ears flopped down and burning up. It got worse (or better, depending on who you asked) when Jack used his leg to move on of hers back. Her mind instantly shut down, her conscience detaching itself at that moment. His paw on hers, his leg tangled between hers and his breath behind her ear was too much for the doe, and she was lost in the moment, unable to concentrate on anything but Jack.

"-dy. Judy." Judy jumped up in surprise when she heard her name. Suddenly remembering her position, she blushed harder than ever before, staring straight ahead to avoid further embarrassment. Hearing him chuckle, she cracked a small smile before concentrating on the task at hand, her mind stuck in the moment. Soon, they were training, her aim improving with each shot and every time Jack would change her stance, she would savour his touch, embedding it in her memory. Training was forgotten by the two after her 40th shot, the two deciding to talk the rest of the day away. And as soon as the sun went down, the two parted ways, saying their last goodbyes to each other, a fleeting feeling in their hearts.

But not once that day, did Nick Wilde cross Judy's mind.